Experience Writing Day 12 -Microscopic Monsters

You’ve never heard of Alonzo Manzella  because he died a very long time ago in a small town in Italy.

His brothers ( Alonzo died unmarried  in 1835 ) dressed him in his finest suit and after his funeral his body was taken to the Crypts. After awhile in one of the small rooms   he was taken to a great hall  and he propped against a wall where he stood  with other unmarried men. This all had smooth white plaster walls and sometimes the plaster fell away from the ceiling and it looked like it was snowing.

Alonzo’s jaw had been tied shut from the inside, so unlike the Mr  Renata ( who stood to his left ) and  Mr Salvatrice ( who stood to his right ) Alonzo did not appear to be screaming or yelling.

But one of Alonzo’s eye lids ( the left one ) had opened just a little and as the years went on it opened a little bit more and eventually it opened completely.

Now, unless you went nose to nose with Alonzo ( not advisable ) you would see that his eye socket was empty and you could reassure yourself  that even though it looked like it- Alonzo could see nothing through his dried and desiccated eye socket.

Still. When you looked into Alonzo’s eye socked, it was like looking down a set of very dark and creepy basement stairs and even though your eyes told you nothing was there, something in your ear was screaming there was.

The tourists ( the Catacombs are very and people come from all  over the world to visit them ) will swear up and down that the ” Mummy who opened his eye ” was watching them.

” You can see it, you can see his eye following  you. ”

People weren’t supposed to take pictures of the mummies, but they did anyway and the internet is full of pictures of Alonzo’s eye- staring at you from the other side of your computer screen.

Alonzo even had a book and a movie written about him- in  these stories he can see the day you will die and how and a clever medium – who ends up being possessed by Alonzo sees her own death and blah blah blah- it’s not a very good story.

Of course Alonzo is not an empty husky in dusty clothes. He’s a little bit more then that.

There is a little spark, a little bit of Alonzo that sometimes wakes up in a dark room and he can hear people talking about his eye, how it feels like he is watching them.

“So stupid, ” Alonzo tells himself ( at least he thinks he’s alone in his darkness ) I can’t see a thing. I’ve been blind my entire life.

EXPERIENCE WRITING WRITOBER PROMPT: DON’T LOOK HER IN THE EYE

Don’t look her in the eye, my educated friends who dwell in the world of the Supernatural, have advised me or the Witch that haunts you will turn you into stone

and I thought- as I have looked into the face of Evil  that lived in my attic  as it followed me from work to home and sometimes to the store on several occasion; then what should I look at when I meet her face to face ( as I often do ) her fangs? Her claws? The sight of her floating above the floor and dragging her toes behind her?

She I count the human teeth buttons  that hold the front of her dress closed?

Or maybe I should fact the fact that people who claim to know how to confront or fight evil, or ghosts or monsters can’t really know what they are talking about if they have never looked into the face of Evil, the kind of face that could turn you to stone

and I should keep doing what I am doing to keep myself safe.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Evergreen Washelli Seattle WA